Margaery had gotten more accustomed to seeing Loras with a variety of bruises and marks from his matches but she still couldn't help wincing slightly as she saw his lip.
She had yet to actually attend a match; part of her wanted to, after all she was proud of her brother for doing so well, but another part of her wasn't sure she'd handle watching him fight very well. He may be her elder brother but she was still protective of him, always had been.
She held up the letter she still had in her hand for him to see, "Were you going to tell me?" she asked in return.